Stoned (The Stone Series) (22 page)

From:
Sydney Cooper

Subject:
Wow!

Date: May
30, 2012 5:11pm

To:
Damian Stone

WOW!! That was hot. No, do not tell me what you’d do to me. I want to be surprised and I don’t think I could survive until you get home if you tell me now!

Missing you even more now…hurry home

Syd

When I get in for the night Damian and I talk about our emails and my sex shop education from Megan. He seems curious for my reaction of both. “So you thought my email was hot? That was nothing, baby. Did you see things you liked with Megan, things you want to try?” he asks.

“Um, yeah. There were a few I guess. Some things I thought I wouldn’t want any part of looked interesting. I’m going to do a little more research later when we hang up.”

“See baby, what did I tell you? You have to give it a try. I know once you do you’ll like it. I can’t wait to get home and go shopping with you” he says playfully.

“You’ll have your chance on Saturday. We’re going to Megan’s house upstate so I can see the space she wants to turn into her playroom.”

“Sound great but you need to do ours first. I can’t wait much longer to have you there” he says with all sincerity.

We hang up with promises to talk the following evening and I have a look at my new toy. There are numerous sex apps and games on my iPod.  I play a few rounds of Tetris and Angry Birds before I begin to explore Kama Sutra Sex Positions and Sex Facts. Those are real eye openers. I decide to leave the rest for another time and start some research on the BDSM lifestyle.

I research bondage, power exchanging and even pain play. As I am reading about these things and why they excite people I find myself growing excited, the things I am reading are turning me on, there’s no denying it. I picture Damian and me in the scenarios as I read about them. I picture him tying me up and spanking me, him using toys on me. I research subspace and can’t wait to take a trip there. I learn that it’s a trancelike state that a submissive reaches when in BDSM play scenes with their Dominant. It’s a chemical process that occurs when the endorphins are released in the body as their response to either pain or sexual stimulation. There’s a mental and emotional part of the process that elicits an even stronger response. I learn that many subs can begin their travels into subspace by nothing more than hearing the voice of their Dom. It makes me think of the calm that comes over me when I hear Damian’s voice. His soft, rich raspy tone makes my body respond already and we haven’t even begun to have sex yet.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face and thoughts of Damian binding my arms behind my back, laying me over his knee and spanking me. I feel my body slip into a euphoric abyss as I hear the rumbling of his moans and the murmur of his commands.    

Thursday brings the same; no sign of Mark or anything unusual, I almost forget about him. I work at S&S where I find yet another gift from Damian waiting for me. This time it’s a stuffed puppy dog with a note.

S-

I hope this puppy will keep you company and your bed warm until I am home tomorrow night. I am already jealous
that the little puppy will get to sleep with you tonight. If he sees too much or gets to sleep naked with you I might just have to kick his ass when I get home

D-

After work I
head to the gym then to Hard as Stone. I remind Clark that I have Friday night off but that I’ll be in on Saturday. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to pull this off without Damian finding out and if he finds out I’m sure it’s not going to go down well. I’ll have to come up with a plan to sneak away after Megan’s house for my shift on Saturday.

When I arrive back at the apartment building on it is almost one in the morning and the street is empty. The doorman must be busy or not paying attention because when I step out of the cab he is nowhere to be seen. As I go to open the door to the building my arm is grabbed and I am spun around hard and fast, getting thrown off balance. I never even saw anyone coming at me. My mouth is covered and I fall into total panic mode. I remember watching something on TV once about self defense but I am too scared to react. It’s just like all those years ago with Ryan. I just laid there and let him rape me, I never fought back. Here I am a grown woman, not a scared little girl anymore and I still can’t fight back. Luckily I don’t have to. I don’t know where he was or where he came from but the next thing I know Jonesie has Mark in a headlock and he throws him to the ground. He gives him one punch to the face and Mark is unconscious. He calls someone on his cell phone as he pulls me into his arms. Within minutes another man, Dominick who I learn also works with Jonesie arrives and Jonesie ushers me inside while making another call.

I hear Jonesie as I slump to the floor in the elevator, “Sir? Yes, sir. Um, you are not going to like this. I just apprehended Mr. Deerhouse outside of your building. He had tried to attack Ms. Cooper. No sir. She’s safe, a little shaken up but he didn’t hurt her. He grabbed her but I intervened quickly enough. She’s with me now in the elevator. I’m taking her to the penthouse. I’ll stay with her. Yes sir of course, if you think that’s for the best.”

“Ms. Cooper” Jonesie says as he hands me the phone but I can barely put my hand up to reach for it, Jonesie puts it on speakerphone. I start to cry uncontrollably the minute I hear his voice.

“Syd, baby, you alright? Did he hurt you? What the fuck are you doing out alone so late?”

I can’t answer, I’m crying too much.

“I’m running through the hotel right now with Mac, we’re going to the airport. I will be home within four hours, stay with Jonesie. I’m going to kill that motherfucker. God fucking help him.”

“Damian. It was my step brother” I report through sobs. “He had these two friends who one time watched and wanted a turn but my mother and Robert came home. I didn’t recognize him at first. That time he watched I tried not to look at him, I couldn’t look at him. It was even worse that people were watching him do that to me. But then I started to remember. Ryan’s friend was Mark.”

“Wait a minute, what are you talking about? What do you mean it was your step brother? The guy who raped you?”

“Yes, my mother’s husband’s son and Mark is his friend.

“Ryan?” Damian asks curiously. “Wait who’s Ryan, Sydney? Your step brother?”

“Yes, my step brother, Ryan Westcott.”

“Oh, fuck me. That fucking mother fucking cock sucker. Mac! Sydney, I gotta go, stay with Jonesie baby, he’ll keep you safe until I get there. Now put him back on the phone for me. I’ll be home soon.”

Jonesie takes the phone and brings it to his ear, turning off the speakerphone. As we step out of the elevator and into Damian’s apartment I hear Jonesie say, “Yes sir. I understand. We’ll take care of them both” before he hangs up with Damian.

Jonesie escorts me into the apartment and asks if there’s anything I need but I just shake my head. I’m starting to go into shock, I’m cold. Jonesie lifts me in his arms and starts to carry me to the couch but I ask if he thinks Damian would mind if I went in his bed. He turns and heads down the hall to the master bedroom. He opens Damian’s door and places me gently on the bed. I smile and thank him. He hands me my stuffed puppy from Damian which I clutch to my body. He must have picked him up off the street. I dropped him when Mark grabbed me.

“Do you want me to stay in here with you until Mr. Stone returns?”

“No, I’ll be okay now that I’m here. You’ll stay in the apartment though, right?”

“Of course. You’re safe with me. No worries, okay?”

“Okay, and Jonesie, thank you for saving me.”

“My pleasure Ms. Cooper.”

“Sydney, please call me Sydney” I request and Jonesie just nods and smiles at me.

I must have fallen asleep not too long after that because the next thing I know I feel Damian’s body wrapping itself around mine and I smell his scent on my skin, my uncontrollable crying starts up again but for the first time in hours I feel warm. I turn my body so I am in his arms burying my face in his chest. As I take a deep breath and inhale his special Damian smell from his body he does the same to my hair. He pulls me back by the face to look at me.

“Oh, baby. I hate seeing you cry. Don’t cry. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Shhh.” He soothes me over and over until finally my uncontrollable sobs cease. “I know this isn’t the best time for this but you must tell me about your step brother and what happened right now. Please trust me on this, it’s important.”

“Okay” I agree. “It’s hard though so give me a second. I have never told anyone about this before. My parents don’t even know. Robert, his father, he figured it out but he’s still married to my mother and that’s why I’ve cut off all ties with her. She doesn’t even know where I live. My father updates her once a month to let her know that I’m okay. She agreed to this when I left for New York. She and I had had a rough few years and I think she just didn’t know what else to do.”

“Do you think she suspected anything or that Robert maybe told her?” he asks.

“No, Robert gave me money; lots of it to keep my mouth shut and not tell my mother. I didn’t want it. I’ve never used it, not even to pay my college loans. Please don’t think I’m after your money. Don’t think that I’m a gold digger and took money from my rich step father and now I’m trying to get money from you. It’s never been about that.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I know you don’t want my money. Baby, shh. Don’t. I know, okay, I know.”

“When did Ryan attack you the first time? How old were you?”

“My freshman year of high school. It was
2005 and I was thirteen. I didn’t turn fourteen until that December.  My mother had been dating these younger guys and she finally had a boyfriend who was her own age. I liked Robert. He was rich, I wasn’t used to that but he was always nice to me. My dad’s a cop and my mom’s a professor so I was never spoiled but then Robert came along and bought my mom and me nice things, I liked it.  My mother and I moved in with him pretty soon after they started dating. The house was new and big and fancy. We had a pool and my room had its own bathroom in it.”

“Honey, you were still a child, it’s normal to have been excited over those things. It was all new to you.”

I continue, “Ryan had gotten into trouble at school for drinking and was thrown out of his dorm so he came to live with us. He kept to himself at first and I hardly knew he was there. He was nineteen or twenty years old and I remember thinking he was so good looking and cool. I was nervous whenever he was around; I acted like a little girl with a crush. I loved when he had his friends over; I used to spy on them when they smoked on the side of the house. They all had that bad boy charm that sends girls into a frenzy.” I sigh and Damian kisses my forehead urging me to continue. “Then one night my mother and Robert went out and left me home alone. Ryan must have come home after I went up to bed. I heard my bedroom door open and I thought it was my mother coming to check on me. I remember smelling the smoke in the air.”

To this day the smell of smoke brings terror to my heart. Just thinking about him brings back the smell and I start to cough through my tears.

“I remember looking up and seeing Ryan standing over my bed. He didn’t say a word to me but he had this look in his eyes and it scared me. He ripped the blankets off of me and I noticed that he was standing there with it in his hand. I had never seen one before and I thought maybe he was sleepwalking. I started to yell his name to wake him up but he yelled at me. “Shut the fuck up. No one is home to hear you” he said.”

I put my hands over my face and start to cry again. Damian removes my hands and starts to kiss the tears as they fall from my eyes. He kisses my nose and my eyelids then very softly he kisses my mouth. It gives me the strength to continue.

“I was scared and didn’t know what to do so I listened to him and kept quiet. He climbed on top of me and yanked my panties down; I knew what he was going to do then. I think I tried to beg him to stop, I don’t remember but I do remember that he told me to stop being a baby.”